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September 26, 2012

Health at Every Size advocates must be rejoicing over the recent New York Times article (brought to my attention by reader and former voice student Natalie) reporting on a spate of recent studies which seem to conclude that being fat and fit really is healthier than being lean and unfit.

Fat has so long been hailed as the nemesis of all things healthy, the gateway to diabetes, heart disease, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, and a host of other ailments. So it's surprising and, in a way relieving, to read studies that are essentially saying, "All things being equal, fitness counts for more than fatness".

These studies reveal what doctors are calling the "obesity paradox": overweight patients who become ill with a host of ailments often associated with obesity actually have a better chance of surviving than thin patients with the same issues. Patients with heart disease, high cholesterol, stroke, high blood pressure, kidney disease, heart failure, and even diabetes all have a better chance of surviving the ravages of their illnesses if they are overweight.

The article quotes Glenn Gaesser, director of the Healthy Lifestyles Research Center at Arizona State University, as saying, "More often than not, cardiovascular fitness is a far more important
predictor of mortality risk than just knowing what you weigh. " Older, longterm studies such as the famous Framington Heart Study fail to take into account the fitness of patients and the amount of physical activity they engage in. Newer studies are showing that regular aerobic exercise decreases fat in the liver, which in turn reduces the strain on the metabolism.

So, while it's good news --- simply being fat doesn't mean you can't have a good level of fitness --- it shouldn't be used as an excuse to throw in the diet towel. Overweight does put extra strain on your body, especially your joints. You move more easily at a lighter weight. You may be less likely to develop some of the ailments associated with obesity.

It gives me hope, though, as I struggle through this next chapter in my fitness life, as I try to come to peace with my body and my feelings about my looks, which are as strongly influenced by the march of time (in hobnail boots across my face, thank you very much) as they are by the number on the scale or on my jeans. I work out almost every day. I am proud to have developed an exercise habit and to be in better shape than I was many birthdays ago.

When I get discouraged, I remember the words of my kickboxing instructor in Miami --- "You're STRONG." No, I wasn't as fast as the other women in the class. They left me in the dust when we jogged. I couldn't do as many burpees, and mine weren't elegant. But I could do them. I can do full-on push-ups. I can do jumping jacks. I can hold a plank.

Recently, I got an email from the director of the opera I'll be singing next --- Falstaff, with Opera Idaho. It's a madcap comedy featuring a quartet of women who get the better of all the bumbling men in their lives, and there's a lot of action. The director warned us that this will be a VERY active show, lots of running around --- and that's on top of singing at the top of your lungs. Opera is aerobic even if you aren't chasing madly about the stage. "Do your cardio before you get here, "he admonished us.

So I had a little laugh at that. Cardio? Bring it on. Racing all over the stage singing over 10 other soloists and an orchestra, while wearing a costume that weighs an extra 10-20 pounds, plus corset and heels? BRING IT.

I want to be slender and fit, but until I can be that, fat and fit it is.

September 05, 2012

NPR recently reported on a new study from Stanford, published in the Annals of Internal Medicine , which found that there is little evidence that organic food is actually better for you than the average pesticide-laden produce you pick up at the grocery store. The specific conclusion of the study is "The published
literature lacks strong evidence that organic foods are significantly
more nutritious than conventional foods. Consumption of organic foods
may reduce exposure to pesticide residues and antibiotic-resistant
bacteria."

People have different reasons for eating organic. I don't eat organic because it might be more nutritious. I eat it because it is not exposed to pesticides and because organic farming techniques are significantly kinder to the environment and animals than Big Agra-style farming. It also tastes a lot better than produce you get in the grocery store, especially if you buy it from a farmer's market. NPR's article does acknowledge the environmental angle, and also acknowledges that the study in question doesn't look at the longterm or subtler effects that conventional food may have on the body.

Also, the study found that most convential food does not exceed the "allowable limits" of pesticide residue as decreed by the government. Which comforts me not at all, because I don't trust the heavily lobbyist-influenced FDA and USDA to have my best interests at heart. They certainly don't have the best interests of small farmers. The incident linked to smacks of jack-booted thuggery, if you ask me. Toe the company line set by Big Agra or suffer.

But getting back to organics ... is the science behind them, or isn't it? My own admittedly unscientific opinion is that this study is incomplete. I think there are many other factors that come into play, and that the lack of evidence in support of organics' health benefits may simply have to do with them not being sufficiently investigated. Or maybe I'm wrong, and it's just fine to ingest small quantities of bug poison and genetically modified crops, like our government says it is.

The comments section following the NPR article is well worth reading, though. One commenter suggests that when considering this study's validity, we should "follow the money". Stanford, she claims, has received a great deal of money from the Gates Foundation (whose CEO is also on the Stanford Board of Trustees), which in turn has partnered with Monsanto on billion dollar projects.

Organics are big business now, but not all organics are created equal. Sure, you can buy organics at Walmart, cheaper than at Whole Foods! But they come from China and other distant places, where production processes are suspect. There's not much point in eating organic food that has to be shipped in from across the planet. Better to buy local, if you can. It's in season and usually tastes better.

Speaking of which, there's a relatively new small farmer's market in my vicinity. I went there last week with my mom and sister-in-law. My haul included some gorgeous oak leaf lettuce (a new-to-me variety, buttery and tender), Boston lettuce, beautiful organic red bell peppers, sweet potatos, and homemade paranthas from a really nice Indian man who was very appreciative of our business. The paranthas went with me to a party that evening, where they were a HUGE hit.

There were some organics, not as many as I would like; but then I am more likely to buy conventional produce at a farmer's market, after speaking to the farmer about their growing practices. Many haven't taken the steps to be certified organic, which I understand is an expensive and time-consuming process; but they don't use pesticides anyway, or use them minimally. And locally grown food is always more environmentally friendly.

And while we're chatting about the health benefits and safety of certain types of food, a couple of weeks ago I heard a very interesting report, also on NPR, about expired food. Apparently, there are auctions of it, and you can get cases of expired but still edible food for a fraction of the original cost. Of course, this is mostly the typical highly processed stuff you find in inner aisles of the average American grocery store, but if you've gotta get your Cheeto fix and you're not worried about the expiration date, this might be the way to go.

I found it quite informative because like most people, I didn't realize that the so-called expiration dates are not legally required (except for baby formula) and that they are more or less a marketing tool. I confess that I have been known to eat expired food. In the comments section following the NPR article, there's a remark by a chef and former dairy processor who says, "The rule of thumb that I have always lived by, in good health, is: If
you aren't sure whether it is bad, eat it; rotten food is obviously
rotten... Please believe me, you will
not mistake the taste or smell of rotten food."

Huffpost also has an interesting little article on how long past the sell-by date it's safe to eat certain foods. And here's a whole website devoted to the question of whether you can safely eat your expired can of tuna without inspiring a lengthy worship session at the Church of the Porcelein God.

Bottom line: like anything else, you have to educate yourself about food and nutrition. That includes where your food is coming from. The most recent study is something to keep an eye on, but ultimately it doesn't change my mind. I'll keep eating organic.

August 10, 2012

So, I've been out for a while (again), the spammers are starting to heat up the comments section with their thinly-disguised, misspelled, pathetic attempts to sell their latest dose of snakeoil, and I was thinking it was time to do a "why I've hardly blogged for the past four weeks" post. Don't worry (I know you were waiting with bated breath), I'll get to that. But first, there will be some ranting, because there is something I am REALLY pissed off about.

The Olympics. And specifically, what some people are saying about the women athletes. You know, the women athletes like the US Women's Gymnastics Team, who took the gold with top scores in three out of four events (floor, vault, and beam) and yet are being sniped at for their hairstyles, their uniforms, and --- probably the worst yet --- being "mean girls". Or how about the focus on the beach volleyball players' magnificently toned T&A? There are entire websites dedicated to this. Bravo to Nate Jones for calling the photogs on their ass-obsession.

Possibly the most egregious criticism of women athletes comes from a Turkish journalist --- not exactly a prime specimen of beautiful manhood himself --- who saw fit to complain in print about how the Olympics are "killing womanhood" by forcing female athletes to make themselves look like men in order to be successful. Because, of course, women are supposed to be soft and round and big-boobed; muscules are for men. Because, of course, this backward idjit has never heard of a sports bra and is unfamiliar with the concept that a woman might not look like a Hollywood starlet when she's running a marathon or lifting weights or WINNING A FUCKING GOLD MEDAL. 'Scuse my French.

Because, of course, how a woman looks always, ALWAYS is more important than her achievements. And if she doesn't measure up to ANY other human being's personal ideal of beauty and femininity, she is, on some level, a failure. A woman's appearance is ALWAYS a valid topic of conversation.

And there is no doubt in my mind that this attitude contributes to our personal feelings about our bodies, about our own self-directed fat hate and unrealistic self-criticism. There's no doubt that it gets in the way of our success. Part of it is simple reality --- I won't be hired to play certain roles, because I don't physically fit the conventional idea of what those roles embody --- and part of it is the kind of reality that deserves to be called out, each and every time it happens.

I can't control what kinds of roles I'm marketable for, but I can call out sexism when I hear it and see it. I can refuse to dis other women's bodies or even to let seemingly harmless statements such as, "Wow! You look great!" be the first thing that comes out of my mouth when I greet a female friend. It's not easy. We're so conditioned to do it, and yet we MUST struggle against these insidious forms of sexism for the sake of our daughters, nieces, young friends, and all the women who come after us, so they can live in a world where they are NOT judged first and foremost on their appearances. Where their own personal gold medals count more than what their hair looked like the day they won them.

On a personal level, relating back to my own health and fitness, part of the daily struggle is learning to be kinder to myself and to find the important balance between what I can and should be doing for myself, and pushing so hard that it becomes impossible to achieve that. But that's a topic for another day.

So, as much as I applaud Gabby Douglas for the hard work and discipline and long hours that led her her gold medals, I applaud her even more for telling the media, "I'm like, `I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' ... Nothing is going to change. You might as well just stop talking about it."

October 01, 2011

Well, this is discouraging, especially in light of the difficulties I've been having lately with staying on track. It's not like we didn't already know that it's extremely difficult to keep weight off, for a variety of reasons; or that many people set completely unrealistic goals for themselves. But to hear that your weight can rise even if you haven't changed your eating or exercise habits is really unpleasant news. Really, the study just confirms a lot of what we already know: it's hard to lose and maintain weight loss; and to keep it off, you're going to have to switch it up every once in a while.

This week, I've been working hard to make good choices and practice my skills. The other night we were out to a late dinner, and I was very hungry when we started, but I also knew I did not want to eat too much. There were a couple of items, like the garlic bread and the dessert, that just weren't special, so after a taste, I pushed them away and did not eat them. That was stupidly hard, but I MUST start practicing these skills religiously again. I stopped eating before I was full. Yesterday, I was very careful about eating healthy and watching portion sizes, and I did a good hard hour on the elliptical, plus some yoga and walking. This morning, I resisted a fancy pastry at the coffee shop, and had oatmeal in my hotel room instead.

The funny thing is, although it's incredibly hard to begin making these choices again (and again and again), every time you do it gets a little bit easier. It really is similar to building up muscle memory.

I've decided that it's time to cut out carbs again. More than anything, they are what pack on the pounds for me. When I was in the initial stages of losing weight, I almost never ate bread, rice, cereal, potatoes, or pasta. These things have crept back into my diet, although in MUCH lower quantities than before ... but nevertheless, I think I am better off getting my carbs from fresh fruit and occasional servings of whole grains (I do like my oatmeal for breakfast, from time to time). A while back, there was a post on Food Renegade in which Kristen described being out to dinner with her family at The Monument Cafe (also one of my faves!). They have really terrific biscuits, and after her young son had one, he asked for another. Kristen gently told him that one was enough, because after all, it was sugar. She's right of course, and when tempted by bread products, this post often comes to my mind. It's helpful to remember that refined carbs are, for all intents and purposes, sugar. Yummy, yummy Fattening sugar.

I ate plenty of good food yesterday, and I even had snacks and drinks quite late, after the show (it was opening night). But this morning, I feel good. I don't feel heavy or sluggish, because I didn't eat too much and I ate (mostly) healthy things. This morning, I'm going to head off to the gym again for another hour on the elliptical --- I like to work out on performance days, gets my blood pumping --- and have a light, healthy lunch.

I've just found out that at my next gig, The Marriage of Figaro at Kentucky Opera, we will be housed in beautiful hotel suites that have fully outfitted kitchens and a nice in-house gym. Yaaay!

Meanwhile, there are two shows to go in my current gig, Gertrude in Romeo & Juliette at San Antonio Opera. There was a little local news story with a nice little clip, and you can see me (very very briefly!) at about :40 and 1:04 (don't blink or you'll miss it).

June 30, 2011

Home at last, after being on the road for approximately 63 days out of the last 90. Well, more or less home --- my opera workshop began the evening I landed, and starting Monday I will be at school from 9 a.m. to about 10 p.m. every day for the next three weeks. My schedule has always been pretty hectic, but it's been hectic mostly at home. Hectic traveling is newish, and I am still figuring out how to handle it.

I'm not complaining, mind you! I had a lot of fun at the Princeton Festival, and the show got no fewer than five reviews --- three in major papers --- a lot for a relatively small festival. The last review appeared in no less august a publication than the New York Times. It's not my first or even second mention in the Times, but it's my first review, it was a good one, and I am quite gratified (and grateful).

Meanwhile, back home, I'm trying to organize my kitchen and workout schedule for this crazy time. This first week of the program is slightly less involved than it will be beginning next week, so this is the week to do a little cooking and prep, since I will be taking lunches and dinners with me Monday-Saturday. Also, it's a scorcher of a summer here in Texas, and we're doing our best to keep the electric and water bill down, which means keeping oven use and dish use to a minimum (dishwashers use a lot of water)!

To that end, I've found a couple of lovely, healthy recipes for delicious lunches. Today I made a roasted red pepper chickpea sandwich spread, based on this recipe from Vegetarian Times. I used Tofutti (but if you don't care about it being vegan, you could just as easily use nonfat cream cheese) and added pureed chickpeas for extra protein and to firm it up. If you're making this recipe, be sure to really drain the peppers and let them dry out a little, or it will be too watery for a spread. I ended up with about 8 ounces of dip (it'll be great with veggies or drizzled on salad!) and then added the chickpeas to the remainder to make a really delicious sandwich spread. It'll be great on crusty bread with some crisp lettuce and cucumber; or if you're restricting carbs, scooped directly onto salad.

Summer is the time for a beautiful insalate caprese, but often these salads are high in fat because of the cheese and olive oil. At the store this morning, I couldn't resist a basket of colorful pear and cherry tomatoes --- yellow, orange, red, and even purple. My garden is overflowing with basil, so I washed the tomatoes and shredded some fresh basil leaves. They smell divine! Then I sprinkled about 1/8 cup of low-fat, part-skim mozzarella shreds --- just enough to give it flavor. If I were making this for a party, I'd get the tiny bite-sized mozzarella balls (so cute!). Then I drizzled about a teaspoon of Spanish olive oil and seasoned with fresh-ground salt and pepper. It's not fat-free, but it's a lot less than you usually get, and it's very flavorful. Leave it out of the fridge for the best flavor.

Next week, we'll have Boot Camp twice a week during my opera program, and I am looking forward to that though it will be HOT. These may be the only real workouts I get in during the next month; the good thing is I'm running around so much that there isn't time to eat. It's a real temptation to eat a snack when I get home late at night, and I am trying to resist that urge. Since it's so hot, I am craving ice cream all the time, too! Instead, I make a nice thick smoothie with frozen fruit, unsweetened almond milk, and whey or soy protein powder. It's cold and creamy, has a lot less fat and sugar than ice cream, and satisfies that craving. I'd like to try making my own homemade frozen yogurt with fruit and nonfat milk. I love the tart stuff! Who needs all that sugar? I just need to find a good recipe.

I feel like I am constantly walking on a balance beam -- sometimes I'm tilting more towards healthier living, and other times I'm in danger of falling off entirely! It's a daily struggle, but I have embraced the fact that this is my life, and if I want to stay healthy all I can do is keep trying. In a very real way, the journey IS the destination.

October 27, 2010

Shame, shame, shame on Marie Claire and especially on writer Maura Kelly, who affirmatively answers her own question in her fat-bashing "Should Fatties Get a Room (Even on TV)?" Kelly apparently feels she needs eyeball bleach after watching a show called Mike & Molly, which centers around a couple whose romance blossoms after an encounter at an OA meeting. I myself have never seen the show, but apparently it dares to present these obese people as --- can you believe it --- HAVING LIVES! Being in love! Kissing and stuff! How dare it show fat people as doing anything other than sitting on the couch stuffing their faces, being somebody's funny sidekick, or being rude and mean and miserable!

Kelly writes: "My initial response was: Hmm, being overweight is one thing — those people are downright obese! And while I think our country's obsession with physical perfection is unhealthy, I also think it's at least equally crazy, albeit in the other direction, to be implicitly promoting obesity!"

That's right. According to Kelly, showing fat people living normal lives is promoting obesity. She goes on to admit that it would indeed "gross her out" to see a very, very fat person just walk across the room, let alone make out on TV. But she's not a fat bigot, oh, no. She actually has some fat friends! Lucky them! And she'll even give you some nutrition and exercise advice, because as a recovering anorexic, she knows that "obesity is something most people have a ton of control over" (TON- get it? Ha ha!), and besides, we all know the reason you're fat is because you don't know a thing about dieting and exercise.

Well, Maura Kelly, as someone who was obese and still is overweight by BMI standards, as someone has had a great deal of hot dirty monkey sex while weighing over three hundred pounds, let me tell you what disgusts me. You disgust me, thoroughly. You think you're superior, that you have a better life, that you know more, that you're hipper and cuter and somehow more deserving just because you aren't fat. You think the fact that you aren't fat means that you are somehow qualified to give advice to people who are. You think that people who don't adhere to your own shallow standards should make every effort to live their lives out of your view, so as not to offend your delicate sensibilities. Furthermore, in your sad little Sex in the City sound-bite existence, you thought it was cute to write absolutely hateful words about it in a frothy little magazine article.You, madam, are the very definition of a bigot. An uneducated bigot, at that. But then, most bigots are uneducated about the focus of their bigotry.

Kelly does update her article with what seems to be a heartfelt apology, regretting her insensitivity and admitting that what she said was not productive. But it's too late: she's outed herself as a fat bigot, and an ignorant one at that.

The article has ignited a firestorm of responses, which I haven't the energy to read (I glanced at them; it's the usual mixture of hate mail addressed to the writer, bickering , and plenty more hate from the "Nyah Nyah Fatty" types). This post is my response, but I am also going to write Marie Claire, with which I am thoroughly disgusted. I always thought they were a cut above when it came to women's magazines, and this far from their finest hour.

This type of bigotry and public fat-bashing does a great deal of damage. We must call the bullies and the bigots out. Gay bullying has been in the news a lot lately, and there has been a marvelous campaign supporting GLBT youth, but where is the campaign for all the fat kids made miserable by bullying, which this type of article completely supports? NO bullying is acceptable.

We, who have chosen to battle our demons with food and eating, cannot take it to heart. Yes, call the bigots out, but recognize them for what they are: small people, riddled with their own insecurities and poverty of the soul. We can, quite literally and figuratively, be bigger than they; and one way to do that is to go on with our own lives and live well.

For me, that means pursuing my opera career, writing, and continuing to work hard on my physical fitness and health. I actually enjoy it. I enjoy pushing myself physically and mentally. I think that's one reason I love opera so much; it is an all-encompassing art form that demands everything from you, every last drop of your strength and talent and intelligence and humanity and training; and then it demands that you offer it to other people like some sort of holy sacrifice. But you receive your rewards tenfold.

I wish I had it in me to push myself physically the way my friend Robin Flynn does --- that's my aspiration. One day, I would love to run (or stumble, or crawl) a marathon, just to be able to say I'd done it. Having very concrete goals (and deadlines!) is very useful for --- well, any accomplishment you hope to achieve, but certainly in weight loss and in changing your fitness lifestyle.

I mentioned that there would be another challenge coming up, and so there shall. I'm going to give another couple of days for the 10x10-25 Challengers to report in, and for a roundup and announcement of the winner. Then I'll announce the next challenge. In the meantime, let's all be thinking about our next goals. What do we most need to do? What are the essential little steps to getting ther? What are we willing to do?

And last but not least, here's a challenge we can all undertake right away: give some thought to a bigot or bully you might encounter regularly in your life, or imagine meeting one by chance. How will you call that person out on their bigotry? How will you stand up for yourself, or someone else --- maybe someone you've never met? How will you help make bullying and bigotry of any kind as socially unacceptable as using the "n" word? That's what we have to do, folks, and it's an eminently achievable.

October 23, 2010

Now, that, my friends, is what you call a pudding face.I adore the eyebrows. One of my talents (inspired at a young age by Mr. Spock) is the ability to cock one eyebrow, and this makeup encourages it. I did it at every opportunity last night, opening night of The Mikado at Syracuse Opera. It was a very good house; very receptive and responsive audience, which only makes our jobs easier. Everything went off very well, even the flash pot at my entrance. Everyone sang well. And we all had fun.

There was a very nice review in the Post-Standard; however they got my name wrong! I've put in a couple of calls and hopefully it will be corrected online quickly, and maybe they'll even get it before it goes into print tomorrow.

I ate weirdly yesterday, due to the odd variety of food left in my fridge, but I didn't eat too much, even at the cast party. It wasn't possible to eat too much at the cast party, because they were passing appetizers and it was really catch as catch can. I was pretty hungry by then and allowed myself to slip into poor thinking; grabbing whatever I could when the trays passed, which wasn't very often. At one point I was even thinking, "Well, what can I eat when I get home?" But when I started tallying up what I'd had, I realized it came to a small meal, and that it was plenty. It just didn't seem that way, because of the presentation. I wish I hadn't fallen for my own mind tricks, but I still didn't overeat yesterday (although part of it was sheer luck). Today, I will do better with food!

And now, I am off to seek beauty treatments. Stage makeup wreaks havoc on your skin; my little piggies need attention, and I would kill for a meaty bald guy named Sven to pound the knots out of my back. Be good, everybody!

October 14, 2010

Yesterday turned out to be a big day, exercise-wise. Not only did I do my lovely experimental walk without the post-op shoe, but I got in my hour of elliptical ... and then got to evening rehearsal to find that we were staging my big aria scene with KoKo. This involved MUCH running around, flinging oneself to one's knees, and dancing.

Oh dear.

Had I realized how active it was going to be, I probably would have skipped either the walk or the cardio. By itself, the rehearsal wouldn't be too much but on top of a walk and an hour on the elliptical, it was pushing it. My foot and knee survived just fine but certainly by the end of the day they were ready for some ice and a nice lie-down. Today, I am being firm with myself about taking a day OFF. (The arguments have already started: "Well, you could just do some yoga! That's not strenuous, and you'd still get some sort of exercise in!" But no. I really do need to take a day and stay off it as much as possible).

It was a tremendous amount of fun to stage this very physically active scene. I think it is probably the most running around I've had to do on stage since I lost the weight, and there is no way I could have done this before. Not with the amount of energy I'm pumping out now. And in the performance, I will be doing it in a heavy kimono and wig, under hot lights, which certainly takes a further toll on your energy (adrenaline gets you through it; the crash comes after the curtain falls)! It's a good thing I was able to start working out again, just a little. This role needs it!

There is a lovely article in today's Syracuse Post-Standard, by the arts editor Melinda Johnson, who interviewed my colleague and me last week. I'm tickled to death that she mentioned my "attractive looks" despite the makeup. This was another first for me --- no publicity has ever mentioned my appearance before. They rarely do it when you're fat, unless it's to announce that you are fat in some sort of coded language (aka "the Rubenesque mezzo" or some such). I know I shouldn't get so excited about something so silly, and the truth is that I would MUCH rather someone talk about my accomplishments or performances; but nevertheless, I must admit: I'm gratified.

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I did manage to get on the scale yesterday, but not before I worked out late in the day, so it's not the most accurate reading. However, from my last at-home weigh-in about four weeks ago, I've lost five pounds. Yaay! After the way I ate yesterday, however, I figure I probably came out even. I did great for breakfast and lunch, but after my workout I was completely bushed and feeling peaked; I needed to eat. Downtown Syracuse has very little within walking distance of our rehearsal space, and everything was PACKED because it turned out that A Chorus Line was opening in the Civic Center across the street. I ended up at a pub having a burger and onion rings ... which I do not in the least regret. I haven't had a burger in about 2 years and this was a FANTASTIC burger. (And then I went to rehearsal and ran around the stage for two hours ... so, like I said ... even).

Today's plan, however, is to keep it light light light, especially since there will be no workout (other than the running around the stage this evening). I love big spinach salads with some fresh apple or pear, a few pecans, and some bleu cheese. That's my lunch! Dinner is leftovers --- veggies and a slice of veggie pizza with whole wheat crust.

Let's hear from you, Challengers --- especially those who haven't posted recently! Are there any particular issues you'd like to see addressed in this space? How are you doing? Speak up!

June 30, 2010

The first review from Figaro is out, and it's a nice one for all of us. Reviews are a funny thing. In this day and age, limited space is given to reviewing opera (some papers are more generous than others; the Register is one that doesn't skimp; and the big city papers like the New York Times are always an exception) and they are usually rather general in nature. That is, there is rarely any in-depth discussion of the singing or the voices, and this is pretty frustrating to the singers. But then, even though we need the reviews for our portfolios, sort of a "Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval" to help get a foot in the door for the next audition, reviews aren't really written for our benefit. They are meant for the audience.

I am amused and rather gratified to be referred to as "saucy". What amuses me about it is that it strikes me as a sort of proof, if you will, of how I might appear to others. You will never, ever see a fat girl referred to as "saucy" in print. I didn't realize until I saw the review and had a strong emotional reaction to it how much of a battle still rages on in my mind about this; on some level, I always feel that I'm just "passing" and that my former fatness could jump out of a closet or maybe the refrigerator door at any moment and highjack my body back to its former state. I always feel that I'm not quite far enough away from where I was; I want to lose more; be fitter. More on that later.

When I mentioned this to my stage husband David Ward, he said, "But you're not fat! Old tapes"! (Have I mentioned that I adore him, and not just because he says nice things to me)?

One of my online buddies must have been reading my mind over the last couple of days; she herself blogged about how important it is for women especially to let go of guilt. Ironically, on the same day, I had posted on the Athletic Performer FaceBook page , "Part of the process for me right now is accepting what I can and can't accomplish in the time given me, and letting go of guilt and fear when I can't stick to the schedule I've laid out."

This guilt and fear springs from my strong desire not to backslide, and the awareness that it is an eternal struggle. So I am working on accepting that struggle without letting it become a judgment on myself (i.e. it's a struggle, so I must be weak-willed, which I know is not true).

Last night was the first orchestra dress rehearsal for Susannah, and tonight will be the second. My character is the leader of a quartet of stern old biddies, as you can see here:

It's the Ghetto Grannies, yo!

These are our costumes for the picnic scene; I have a photo of my great-grandmother wearing an apron and dress very much like this! She's not making gang signs, though.

It's another gorgeous, cool, sunny day, and I am going to take advantage of it by going for as long as run as I can manage. The weather is supposed to turn nasty again next week so I need to run while I can. Then it's off to New Hope Valley, Tennessee for the revival meetin' (aka, dress rehearsal). This is another terrific show; if you're in the vicinity, please come!

January 09, 2009

If you are in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area, or within listening range of FM 107.1 and the Ian and Margery morning show, tune in on Wednesday, January 14th at 8:05 a.m.! They are going to interview me about my weight loss. You can also listen online.

***How many calories a day do you need to burn in order to lose weight?

The answer is surprisingly hard to come by, considering the number of online calculators
available. You input age, gender, height, weight, and activity level,
and out pops the maximum number of calories you should consume in order
to lose weight. The problem with most of the online calculators I've
seen is that they don't define activity level for you, or don't define
it well. Also, they do not take into account whether you've been
dieting for a while already, which certainly affects how much you are
able to take in and still lose.

You really want to consume close to the top of the range for as long as
you can, since at some point you will have to start cutting back to
stimulate your metabolism (and also since the lighter you are, the
fewer calories you need. Mostly. Sort of. It's complicated). The point is, you don't want to have to cut too far back too soon, because that means giving up some of the goodies that make life bearable. It's better to wean yourself off them a little at a time. If you're not sure how many calories you should be eating in order to lose, consult a pro --- your doctor or a personal trainer, or better yet both --- and also simply pay attention. When you stop losing, it's probably time to cut 100-200 calories and give that ol' metabolism a jumpstart.

I'm struggling with this issue right now because I'm not sure whether I'm getting too many calories or too few, or maybe not enough of the right kind. I'm probably going to have to count them for a while to figure it out (and I do hate counting calories; heck, does anybody really LIKE it?). On the good side, Eric is finally home and we're both ready to buckle down and put holiday excess behind us. We're a team again, and that makes it easier! On the menu this week: pumpkin/sweet potato soup (jazzed up with tofu for extra protein) topped with banana rolled in ground pecans and a little maple syrup and served with a crunchy green salad; also veggie tempeh enchiladas made with fresh green salsa and served with guacamole. Mmmm!